Between the ages of nine and fourteen, I sat in church each Sunday, waiting for God. My hopes weren’t high, even to begin with, so I felt no bitterness when He didn’t reveal Himself, merely bemusement at what all those prayers had been in aid of. If honest piety couldn’t flush Him out, even as…
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